The Conundrum of Combat
Here I am.
Why?
How did this happen?
I wanted it.
I don’t now.
Didn’t think too much then.
Now I think too much.
This is mortally real.
I will perform.
I will do what I must.
We will prevail.
My honor and self-respect.
I think too much when I have time.
I think of moments that may be.
Darkly.
I have seen them for others.
Life is of moments, and I want a lot of them.
Life has definite limits here.
We seek the condition—for the other guy.
Here is where I thought I wanted to be.
Maybe not now.
But I drive on.
I must.
I want to leave.
I can’t.
They are here and depend on me.
We will leave together or not at all.
Peace must prevail.
Meanwhile, I will kill what I can.
The conundrum of combat.